Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. To thee I raise my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

To thee have I lifted up my eyes, who dwellest in heaven.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] to the hand of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes [wait] upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

Behold as the eyes of the servants are on the hands of their masters, As the eyes of the handmaid are on the hands of her mistress: so are our eyes unto the Lord our God, until he have mercy on us.

3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for we are greatly filled with contempt.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, [and] with the contempt of the proud.

For our soul is greatly filled: we are a reproach to the rich, and contempt to the proud.